I felt mostly OK Sunday & Monday so I was really starting to wonder if it was something I ate, or if I was dehydrated, or maybe it really was just nerves.
When I got home from work yesterday my husband asked if I was planning to run. Yes, I was ... but on the treadmill! Nice and close to a bathroom. No way was I going to risk going out on the roads where there are not even any businessed or parks to duck into. He suggested we go out to our trail (where there are enough potties) and just do a short run, as we feel.
We ended up doing about 7 Km at a slow pace, with two urgent potty stops. This was definitely exactly what our muscles needed. The first half was brutal, my legs felt like steel blocks, but as we returned I could feel the lightness in my step return. Those recovery runs are tough, but they make a world of difference.
In a way it's nice to know that it was definitely something, not just nerves or food. This is something that will pass, and hopefully with any luck it won't strike again with such horrible timing.
I'm pretty darn sure our next race will also be a half marathon at the end of April - a little under 6 weeks. I'd love to do some sort of race between then and now, but I haven't yet found one that works. I'd especially love to do a 10K soon, but will have to see where I can fit it in.
Until then, I will continue my training, with my sights set on the next half. Also ..... starting tonight, I will be following the workouts in Jillian Michaels: Making the Cut book. With no immediate races on the agenda, I will have no concerns about muscle soreness and these workouts will be my main focus. Time to tone up those muscles and get cut! Also, to get those pounds coming off again.
I wonder what it will take for me to feel like I "belong" in the running world. I'm super happy with my times and endurance and truthfully I'm doing way better than I EVER thought I would do - EVER! I never even thought I'd ever want to do a race at all, never mind a half marathon and actually put in a decent time. Running started for me as a means to weight loss, and eventually as a social outlet as I joined in a running group. It's moved so beyond both those things that it's not even funny. Running = Me. It is what I am. My life would not be complete without it, and I also NEED to race.
At the race package pick-up last week, I was standing in line waiting to get my package. It was a long line, and as you got closer to the table, the line split in two. 10 & 5 K runners to the right, half marathon to the left. Naturally, I proceeded to the left. A man behind me leaned over and said, "That's the line for the half. Are you running the half?". When I said I was, he said something like "WOW, good for you."
Now, chances are he really just meant it like that. Chances are he may actually have been impressed, or maybe even inspired that he too (a normal being) could do a half. But ... I'm standing there, in line behind two women who are tall, thin, and look in amazing physical shape. In front of them is a man who is also long and lean. The three of them all looked like how you picture a distance runner. By comparison I'm feeling VERY short and dumpy ... and inadequate. Now I know I'm not particularly short - I'm 5'5 1/2", and I know I'm not particularly dumpy. I also know I'm not an inadequate runner. I'm a pretty good runner, but when will I accept that?!
Yeah, I kinda felt like the guy on the left ... except shorter.
Why does it take such a simple little (likely harmless) comment, to make me feel so insecure about myself? Why would I even question it? I have no reason to believe that I don't belong in this world. And even if I don't fit the stereotypical profile, who cares. Just me! I SO need to get over that. But that stupid little nagging part of my brain has to wonder why he even questioned the distance I was doing in the first place...
Giveaway to mention:
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